1.How is it that everyFive minutes or so SomeoneNew reminds me inInstances that literaryMerit is not a prerequisiteTo have an American lover?I have not. A lover, I Mean, tho' if life places himBefore me and it will not.I remind myself. Bill FordAnd a commercial announcerAre going over AmericanTraditions. I should Know.God, I miss Erich andNext year I shall missJason and I hateMourning for SomethingBefore it is evenGone. My American lover:Still tho'! I leap to see him GreekOr Italian, anything toKeep in tune with myOwn Teutonic belief Structure.I watch him Sometimes.It always may be enough itAlways wasBefore

2.Well the very best ThingAbout you is you do notPrompt me to turn anymoreRight than I alreadyAm.I tend to overanalyzeEverything. That isGood about you. You areGood: in that way, I mean.Once I may time andTime back recall whatOccurred in Rome, but itIs not Nuremburg~ Oh Lord, I miss Erich ~you reached up and asI walked past SomethingFell and it was not me:nor was it you. All theBetter that what fell inRome was not myselfNor you.Oh, it perhaps may beBest for me that you areSo. But either way youSmile at him, at that Other…youKnow and I continueMissing Someone.~ Rome ~

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